Today was a saturday. a quiet one.
saiki was in a good mood. yet unlike any other bothersome day, 'everything is going as planned.' Saiki thought in his head.
Until he found out they were out of milk.
letting out a sigh, he began to get ready to go out to the corner store. he'd probably end up buying coffee jelly instead of milk..
Yet he heard something as he slipped a finger into his shoe, tucking his foot in. a soft metallic clank. it must've been the mailman. yet.. the saiki household doesn't get mail. That isn't something normal. "what a pain..." he mumbled as he put his shoes on and leaving the house. infront of his home, he looked at the letter and a random hint of nostalgia hit him.. for whatever reason. a familiar green apple stamp was sealed onto the letter.
that's something only ONE person he knows who does that- or.. knew. he couldn't take it and the curiosity got the best of him. he hurried inside, forgetting to even buy milk in the first place. taking his sneakers off and teleporting into his room he sat Infront of his desk.
yet.. he didn't damage the apple stamp that was oh so carefully pressed onto it. he ripped the envelope and read the letter. that messy kanji writing.. that.. star? could I be seeing things..? he asked himself. he couldn't be any more wrong.
oh dear..
He read it twice.
Then a third time.
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆
"Hey, Kusuo. it's been awhile, has it not? I've got some good news! I'm coming back to Japan after.. what, five to six years? I don't know if you've missed me, let alone thought of me.. but I sure have! I guess I haven't changed much..? but I'll be moving in tomorrow!! see you soon/or not..?
a nostalgic feeling..
☆- Kiyomi L/N"
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆
His expression didn't change — of course it didn't — but something in his chest shifted, a quiet ache he hadn't felt since the day she left without warning.
Five to six years...
